Self-loathing can wait until tomorrow.
Chapter 38
Kendall
“Goodmorning,beautiful,”hegreets me, pulling my hair away from my neck and replacing it with a soft, seductive kiss. He curls his arms around me, one slipping underneath the bottom of my shirt and the other banded across my chest. His touch leaves goosebumps in its wake.God, the things I would do to wake up every morning like this.
“Morning handsome,” I reply, turning towards him. I take him in—in all his early morning glory—his mussed up hair, his sweats hanging low on his hips, the V of his lower abdominals disappearing into the waistband of his boxers, and his absolutely ripped abs. I want to lick the dip and peak of every single one.For fuck’s sake. I have to stop or there’s no way I’ll make it out of this apartment on time. But instead, I move closer to him, my traitorous body heating up. He takes a second to scan the length of me with dark hooded eyes.
“Ken, you know this is like one of my top three fantasies,” he whispers, his voice low and gruff, as he fists the bottom of my shirt in his hand.
“What is?” I ask innocently.
“You in my kitchen, making us coffee, wearing my old t-shirt and looking sexy as fuck. The morning after we’ve spent the entire night doing everything but fucking,” he breathes into my hair, his lips skimming my jawline. “Even though that is all I want to do,” he slides his hand over my ass to palm my hip.
“Kai, we made a pact, remember?” I grin. “It was your idea. And we need to cool it if I want any chance of picking up our son and making it to work on time, okay?” I respond.
“I can’t help it,” he says, laying his forehead against mine and lacing my hands together behind his neck. He presses his body into me, his hard, thick cock against my throbbing center and I nearly faint at the contact. “You’re here and you aren’t a mirage or a hallucination. You. Are. Here. I’ve been deprived of you for too long and now that I have you…I can’t get enough of you,” he explains with punishing, bruising kisses. “What can I say? I’m an animal. I can’t be tamed. I’m insatiable when it comes to you,” he insists, his teeth scraping over his bottom lip.
“Maybe I don’t want you tamed,” I reply, smiling against his mouth. Then we’re moving. He lifts me up at the waist and places me on the edge of the counter. He tugs my hips towards him, sliding his hand down, past my underwear to soothe my aching clit. There’s no teasing going on, no time wasted.
Thank fucking god.
“Fuck, Ken, is all of this for me?” he asks, plunging his fingers into me at a torturously slow pace, giving me the most delicious pleasure only he can provide.
“It’s all for you. Every time,” I pant, breathless.
“Do you think about me when you’re fucking yourself?” he asks while working his thumb in tandem with his fingers.God his hands… that mouth should come with a fucking warning label.
“Yes.” How could I possibly think of anyone else when he’s the only thing my body craves.
“What do you want?” he rasps.
“You,” is all I can manage.Harder. Deeper. Faster. Everywhere.But you is the only thing that comes out.
As if he can hear my thoughts, he drags his chin down my chest, along my stomach, pushing the hem of the T-shirt upwards with both hands to give him better access. He pauses to trail featherlight kisses along my hip bone and my whole body shudders. Then he starts removing my underwear.
With. His. Teeth.
Once they’re on the floor, he replaces his fingers with his mouth and my brain short circuits. He sucks and licks and swirls, his teeth sliding over my clit, winding my body tighter, pulling me closer to the edge. I bury my fingers in his hair and tug as he flicks his tongue against me. I’m scrabbling, clawing for any semblance of control, even though it’s an illusion.I am his. My body, my heart, all of it belongs to him. He’s ravenous. And I love being devoured by him.
“Fuck, Ken. I could live forever with my head between your legs,” he growls from somewhere far away, his voice sounds like it’s coming to me through static. My feet are planted on his back, heels digging into his trap muscles. I grip the counter hard, bracing for impact as I buck my hips against his mouth again and again—chasing the sweetest euphoria I can only get from him.
“That seems highly impractical,” I reply, although how I’m forming words is unclear. His tongue and his mouth take me higher and higher, every nerve ending firing in rapid succession until the pressure builds and the waves crescendo. The orgasm breaks me into a thousand tiny pieces of pure bliss. I don’t just come, I fuckingdetonate.
Heaven isn’t a place. It’s Kai Matsumoto on his knees, with his head between my legs, worshipping me without restraint. His tongue merciless, his mouth unyielding like it’s his fuckingbirthright. Kai, the single flame after I’ve been doused in kerosene. And he has turned me into a raging inferno of lust, desire and pure unbridled, biological need.
I let myself collapse, my back falling on the cool granite countertop. I cover my face with one arm and try to slow my breathing. But that attempt is short lived because Kai folds himself over my body, his hands braced on either side of my head. He’s kissing me everywhere and the orgasm that has started to wane has now been kicked into overdrive.
“God, Ken, you’re so fucking sexy, so beautiful when you come for me.”Kiss. “I love the sounds you make when you’re on the edge.”Kiss. “I love every inch of your body.”Kiss. “I love how fucking drenched you are for me,” he says, reaching his hands down to sink his fingers into me again.Kiss. And this time, I don’t just feel his touch on my skin, I feel it everywhere. Like he’s kissing my very soul.
“Kai,” I gasp in desperation. He lifts the pad of his thumb to his mouth and sucks.
“And how good you fucking taste.” Jesus, he's got me on the brink again, his words turning me nuclear in a matter of seconds. Surely, I'm not about to have my fifth orgasm in less than 24 hours. Not that I’m complaining. Raging insatiable need has me feral for him as I reach for his boxers.
“Why are there still this many layers of clothes separating us?” I ask as I unleash his massive erection. I bring him closer to me, sliding his tip across my entrance and my body quivers with anticipation.
“I have no fucking clue,” he groans with pleasure.